Gimme Good
...n pet caterpillar. Everyone was amazed at how extravagantly colorful this animal was, and I couldn’t help but to show it off. My friends got worried at how attached I was to him, who doesn’t even posses a name yet, and I sort of was, too. Still, they cared for him as well. As dusk came about, I had still had only one thing on my mind, and it was of course, the caterpillar. I let him crawl around on my arm as we walked a mile and a half back to my house. We were all discussing silly names we came up with to name him. Larry shouted out of nowhere, “Mortimus!” Corresponding to what Larry had said, Joe exclaimed, “Achilles!” To top what they both thought were great names, Dougy showed them up with, “Sir Ian McKellen.” And he said it in the most sinister voice possible. After the name game, I still had no idea what to name him. We somehow got into a conversation about what we could train our new friend what to do. One of these ideas that Gary had was to train him to jump through a ring of fire. For some reason, Joe became very irritated at this idea. Joe firmly stated to Gary, “That’s a dumb idea. First, caterpillars can not jump. Secondly, even if he could jump, I wouldn’t want him to jump through fire!” Stunned at his reaction, Gary said, “I know they don’t jump, but if he did, I would let him.” Them arguing upset me because he was mine. They continued arguing while Larry, Dougy, and I were sitting at the picnic table in my backyard trying to decide on a name. Once again, nothing worked for me. As dusk turned to dark, the arguing continued. I went outside and told them both to leave. I really didn’t care if they fought, just not in my yard at that time of night. I went inside with my loveable pet in the flat of my palm. My mother didn’t care that I, “Found a bug,” as she had said. I set up a small aquarium on my windowsill for him. It was in the prime of night and I could still, not for the life ...